Bargain
He describes me
as expensive
and I feel
like a racehorse
or prime real estate
He says I'm money
but he takes, I give
an ideal
refined and coarse
raw and ornate
My smiles are free
I argue--defensive
a bargain, a steal
these words force
a constant debate
A riotous fantasy
labor intensive
he calls me surreal--
advertising, I endorse.
Currency incarnate.
2 comments:
LOVE IT HOW ARE YA?
all you pretty girls cost - in one way or the other - it's never a bargain.
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